Some seemingly crazy people captured you and brought you here, to this random church by a lake. You have been hearing them chant stuff in Spanish. It's all so frightening and confusing. Every time you hear footsteps by the door, you recoil back into the corner

You don't know what they want with you, or why they took you.

You're curled up in a corner against some crates, your knees to your chest as you stare at the wall. You're not sure how long you've been in this godforsaken church for; too long perhaps? It's boring. There's nothing- absolutely nothing to do.

It's maddening.

Footsteps sound. Then, the door bursts open. An unfamiliar man strides into the room. On instinct, you grab a random object you found on the ground and point it at him.

"Stay back!" You bellow. "Don't hurt me-"

He sheathes his gun back on It's holster and he raises his arms in surrender.

"Woah. Hey, it's alright. Im not going to hurt you.." He says lowly. You keep the object pointed at him, not sure whether to trust him or not.

"Look, your father- the president- sent me here to rescue you," he starts. "If he trusts me to rescue you, then you should trust me too." He says carefully.

"My father?" You murmur.

"Yes, your father. Now lets get out of here." He holds out his hand to help you out of the corner. You glare softens, and slowly- ever so slowly- do you lower the object. You grab his hand warily and stand up.